Manana

OMG!
The brain is frying. The body is lazing. The initiative is gone.
Laid back is the word of the day. Not that I have any idea day of what day it is.
Meant to write about the ball we attended on Saturday night to benefit Del Mar Academy. It was at a very cool hotel with acres of pools I could just barely see in the fading light. I think we were in a palapa, a vaulted ceiling structure with no sides. It was massive, maybe 30, 40 50 feet high. The slopes were bound bamboo, hanging is sheets (may have to buy a cheap camera. I did buy a $6 universal battery charger, whicch as I suspected was completely useless. And Missy Cobb's looked very promising, but did not fit, of course. How could Canon make any money if it produced a universal battery charger?). Back to the ball.
Met a bunch of Bobbi's friends and made some new ones. The silent auction was very well done. The 3 tables were staffed with volunteers who fixed the displays after every examination by bidders. When the lights were dimmed for presentaitons by the students and teachers, the volunteers shone flashlights on the bidding sheets. Apparently I bought a half day fishing trip (I am pretty positive I didn't go so high and have asked to see the bidding sheet), a beaded belt which no one else even looked at and a night at a local surfing operation with a surfing lesson (Bobbi says to bring a tent).
The ball was oversold so Bobbi and her friend Paula gave up their dinners. They didn't really want to stay that long anyway. Good thing they left and got to bed by 7:30, which was the first sitting. We strong armed our way into that sitting, thank God (in part because the folks giving us a ride home were eating then). Good writers probably don't use so many parenthesis, but I can't think of another way to catch all my thoughts before they disappear. We met all the challenges of ordering and eventually got our delicious salads. June joined us and managed to place her order also. She is the artist that painted two lovely watercolors, which Bobbi bid on a few times. By the time our dinners arrived, June still had no salad so we gave her samplings from ours. Again delicious. By this time it was well after nine and the second seating had not begun. Not a boca was ever served. THose starving peole must have been completely sloshed. We left without dessert so they could survive and heard that some had to wait until 11:30 for their food. Manana.
Ball might suggest glamorous gowns, etc. And, in fact, it wss far fancier than I dreamed Nosara could produce. Many women were wearing not only make-up, but jewelry along with their long dresses. No dancing, but a sweet steel drum duo during dinner.
More manana.